So I guess I've turned this into a thing now. Here is character Scribble's backstory for the Simp Party. It's not my usual content but I hope you enjoy it all the same!
(Also, if you know the title... 👀)
Scribble awoke with a start. Sitting up slowly, she placed a hand to her forehead feeling the cold sweat on her brow. It had been a while since she had that dream… It was growing restless which meant that she’ll need to pacify it again. She sighed, it was always a pain going through the process of dealing with her… illness.
“Are you okay, Sunshine?” a sleepy voice asked from beside her.
Scribble smiled and looked at her boyfriend through the darkness. Even in the dim light, she could see the concerned expression on Tim’s face. It warmed her heart to know that he cared.
“I’m fine, love. Just a weird dream,” she replied. “I’m going to get a glass of water, you just go back to sleep.” She leaned down and pressed a kiss to his temple.
That seemed to be enough to reassure the tired man as he mumbled an “okay” before falling back asleep.
Scribble kicked off her blankets and stood from the bed, moving sleepily towards the kitchen to get a glass of water. After retrieving the drink, she sat down at the kitchen table for a moment. Lost in thought.
She had this problem for so long, ever since she was young and spent that one summer with her grandparents. The summer she’ll never forget, the summer she lost so much. Scribble sighed and sipped her water. That summer was burned into her brain.
She must’ve been about ten or eleven. Her parents thought it would be fun for her to spend a month with her grandparents during the summer while the weather was nice. And so she packed and went off, not one to argue with a vacation away from household chores. Everything was normal when she arrived.
Her grandparents greeted her warmly. She went hiking with her Grandfather and made little crafts with her Grandmother. They would watch movies together and eat dinner together. It was a nice trip at first.
Two weeks through the vacation, Scribble began to notice strange things around her grandparents' home. Little figurines that she wasn’t allowed to touch, a door she wasn’t allowed to open. Sometimes her grandparents would speak in a language she didn’t understand, but when they spotted her they would stop. It confused her.
Now, Scribble usually stayed out of trouble for the most part. But her curiosity was strong and she wanted to know what all the secrecy was about. It was towards the end of her visit, her parents would be picking her up soon, but she was determined to find out what was going on in that house. And so she found herself in front of the room she wasn’t allowed to enter.
Now her plan wasn’t to go inside, merely to open the door and look at what was in there. So she reached for the handle, turned it, and pulled the door open. Peeking inside, all she saw was darkness. A chill ran down her spine, perhaps she shouldn’t be doing this…
She felt a hand grip her shoulder tightly, shrieking in surprise, she looked up to find her Grandfather. And he looked furious. “Curiosity killed the cat, Scribble,” he told her.
With fear in her eyes, Scribble was shoved into the dark room by the man. The door slammed shut behind her. She turned quickly and tried the handle, but found it locked. She could hear her grandparents speaking in that same language, they sounded angry. Pounding on the door, she apologized over and over again. Begging to be let out. There was no mercy if her cries were heard.
Being in the room made her skin crawl and her head hurt. There was a pulsing in her mind that made her feel sick, then she heard it. A voice that made her blood run cold. It spoke out to her, asking why she was here, threatening to devour her whole or drive her insane.
Scribble began to cry, apologizing and saying she didn’t mean to do anything wrong, that her Grandfather was the one to put her in here. The pulsing grew stronger and when she opened her eyes she saw a horrific shape in the darkness, a form that forced her eyes closed again. As if looking at it would make her ill.
“Please! Please don’t hurt me!” Scribble pleaded. “We-... I’ll be your friend? We can be friends just please don’t hurt me!” She sobbed.
The voice spoke again through the pulsing. Saying it cannot leave, that it was trapped here. Saying that if she could free it, that it would spare her.
“You can come with me… We can leave together,” Scribble sniffled, and with those words, she had secured a deal.
Suddenly a sharp pain tore through her body. She felt hot and cold at the same time, her head was spinning, she wanted to throw up, she felt like she was going to explode. And she screamed.
The door to the room was thrown open and her parents stood there, mouths agape. Scribble reached towards them through the pain, just wanting it to stop. Suddenly they began to frown. “Where is it…?” Her father asked, his frown deepening into a scowl. The little girl was confused, why weren’t they helping her.
Her mother stepped into the now empty room, looking around. There was no longer otherworldly darkness clouding the space. It was blank. A completely normal and empty room. Scribble looked up through blurry eyes at her mother, the woman was glaring at her. “I think it’s inside her, dear,” the woman answered her husband’s question.
Her father stormed into the room and grabbed Scribble’s arm, roughly yanking her to her feet and causing her to cry out. “I thought we told you to stay out of trouble, and now look at you!” He shouted, causing the tears to fall faster. “Years of work down the drain!”
“Relax,” her Grandmother placed a hand on her father’s shoulder. “If she’s still here and it’s truly inside her, we still have it trapped.”
Scribble couldn’t understand what they were talking about. What was going on? Why were they acting this way? Her head was pounding.
“Your mother is right, dear,” Scribble’s mother said. “We can keep her here and continue our studies. Who knows? This could be a good thing! The breakthrough we needed!”
Her father’s grip tightened on her arm, it hurt and she was certain there’d be a bruise. “Please-! It hurts-!” Scribble cried.
“Shut up!” Her father snapped. “You’re gonna stay right here where we can watch you.”
The pounding in her head grew stronger, fear coursing through her veins. She was afraid, terrified of her parents and grandparents and what they were saying. And she could tell her new “friend” was upset as well. She felt as if she was going to burst.
“No-! Stop-!” Scribble said as she was dragged from the room. Where were they taking her? It all hurt so much, she wanted it to stop. She wanted it to end! “Help me!!” She screamed.
Suddenly, the pressure inside her broke with a snap.
A shockwave radiated through the house, throwing her tormentors across the room. Scribble felt as if her body was being torn apart, morphing into something else. The very foundation of the building began to shake as it crumbled around them. The terror-filled screech that filled the air was enough to make your ears bleed. The house collapsed entirely and Scribble lost consciousness.
The next thing she knew, she was being awakened by paramedics and carried from the rubble of her grandparents' house. The whole thing was a blur. Her parents? Her grandparents? Dead. Crushed by the debris of the collapsed house. She was placed into the foster care system and eventually adopted when she was around thirteen. Her new family was nice enough, but Scribble kept her distance.
All she had was the thing inside her. The thing that saved her yet took away everything.
Scribble shuddered at the memory and downed the rest of her water, standing and placing the glass near the kitchen sink. She didn’t know what happened to her parents that made them change, and she didn’t want to know.
“Walking down memory lane?” The voice in her mind spoke.
“Hush you,” Scribble whispered. “It’s your fault for giving me those dreams.”
“We’re lonely…” The voice whined.
“You shouldn’t be,” Scribble scoffed. “You’re with me all the time.”
“We want to talk with you again…” It said.
“We will, don’t worry,” she sighed. “You’re still my friend, Leviathan.”
A warmth pulsed through her body, signaling the pleasing of the eldritch monster that resided within her. Scribble rolled her eyes. “No more weird dreams, I’d like to sleep peacefully.”
“Okay… Only if you talk with us again.” Leviathan said before going dormant once more.
Scribble rolled her eyes once more and walked back to the bedroom, crawling into bed beside her boyfriend. She smiled at the thought of him and the love he gave her. But still, a guilt ate at her. She would tell him about all this eventually. The true story of her past. But for now, they can pretend to be normal for a little bit longer.
Creepypastas be like "the gay bar I run D&D sessions in has a strange list of rules for guests"
one day i'll reawaken my childhood creepypasta autism and you will realize
That shadow in the corner of your room. Does it see? Does it hear?
Are you sure?
Old comic I found and finished from a while back of how my ocs Alastor and Luck met.
Based on a Vine yet is pretty accurate for how Alastor met Luck and unofficially adopted him as a son but he'll never say it.
And also a glimpse at Zalgo who does exist in the Glitchedverse. This however, takes place long before that during the first war with Slender.
More backstory on that below the cut:
Zalgo and Slenderman were at war with each other (as per usually in these things). Alastor, another powerful demon, didn't want to take part in their war (call him Switzerland I suppose) but was forced into it by Zalgo via making him raise Luck.
No, Luck isn't his son. He's a half-demon oc of mine who had a human mother and demon father. His deceased father however isn't anyone important and had no relation to Zalgo. Luck was taken in merely as another soldier in the war.
To force Alastor to pick a side, Zalgo made him take Luck in to raise for him until the kid was old enough to fight. This aligned him with Zalgo, as he got attached and chose to fight with Luck in order to keep him safe.
Ultimately, Zalgo lost and was banished with Luck choosing to go with the remains of Zalgo's army to guard the gate/warn Alastor should Zalgo ever awaken. The world was destroyed, which is where Alastor began to build his own realm, while Slender moved over to an unbroken one: aka where the Glitchedverse timelines take place.
Lol, and here's the vine reference video because why not:
Sometimes I look back at the short horror stories that I use to write, and I'm a little shocked at how dark my own mental state was at the time I was writing it. The sheer amount of pain I poured into some of those Reddit No-Sleep stories is difficult to look back on. It makes me glad that I felt such low self esteem that I deleted the account way back then. A lot of the stories still exist on horror podcasts and such though, so I can't ever really truly erase everything I guess.
It's also weird though because sometimes I do want to make a new account and write some short horror fiction again, but now that I've gotten much better mentally, I feel like the stories won't be quite as compelling and emotional anymore.
Swamp of Sadness
Yeah Keith’s horse dies in this AU like the Artax from the never ending story I’m sorry
i think what i hate the most in horror literature is when people describe gore but like, can for some reason perfectly identify each organ through the mass of blood and meat. like???? sir thats not how a body works nor looks
15 days into the month and today i released my 15th halloween horror story. This one is titled, My Girlfriend was Bitten By A Zombie! Enjoy.
im considering making a comic on here with my ocs… lolol
[TW: slight gore, scars]
Jeff: Good going BEN.
Jeff: You made her cry!
Sally: It’s not Benny’s fault…
Sally: I’m just sad at Mr. Slenderman if it’s… if it’s all…
Sally: What can I do to help…?
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